She's telling my life story;
As I read each word written on her post, I see my life retold.

Each stanza's calling out to me,
Waving at me so I can see.

She's telling my life story;
As I look, I see.
I see my emptiness being filled,
Showing me love I haven't felt.

She's telling my life story— like she knows me.
She's describing me and my story and how it's so empty.

She's telling my life story or maybe she's just the same as I,
Whole on the inside but hallowed out inside.